Situ Chen's features were rather handsome, his nose high and straight, bearing a few traces of resemblance to that Situ Mo. His entire body was wreathed in surging flames, coils of black-red Qi twining about him.
The flames enveloping him were most unusual, conjuring into myriad forms of birds at his side, formidable in power, forcefully shattering every streak of thunder that struck forth, while his twin blades danced fiercely like a violent gale.
The surrounding few, seeing this, hesitated openly—neither Miao Ye nor Situ Chen were ones to be trifled with. If the two clashed, there was likely no benefit for others here; soon, all scattered, leaving just the two suspended in midair, locked in standoff.
Situ Chen's resolve only grew firmer—that [Cloud Sinking Treasure Pearl] was the key for forging his magic artifact. Without further ado, he said:
"I have no wish to waste time here with you. Taoist Fellow, why not name your price? Let's negotiate—"
"Pah!"
